Blue Ridge Mountain Blues - текст песни
Blue Ridge Mountain Blues
When I was young and in my prime (in my prime!),
I left my home in caroline.
Now all I do is sit and pine, for all those folks I left behind.
I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I sat right here to say,
"my grip is packed to travel, and IвЂ™m back to ramble,
To my blue ridge far away."
IвЂ™m goinвЂ™ to stay right by my pa, IвЂ™m goinвЂ™ to do right by my ma,
IвЂ™ll hang around the cabin door, no work or worry anymore.
I got the blue ridge mountain blues, goinвЂ™ to see my old oak tree,
Gonna hunt the possum where the corn cob blossom,
In my blue ridge far away.
I see a haze of snowy white, I see a window with light,
I seem to hear them both sigh, "where is my wandвЂ™rin boy tonight? "
I got the blue ridge mountain blues, and I stay right here to say,
"every day IвЂ™m countinвЂ™ вЂ™til I climb that mountain,
In my blue ridge far away."
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